'On the radio air waves tonight' by DLC's alyssa
The distinctive voice of the leader of the English band that had at once conquered the world of rock had become the talk-radio shows theme song.
‘What’s in the air and on the WFIF radio tonight folks?..tell us…we all want to know…my loyal listeners and I and the incomparable Lady K have open minds no matter what the healthy fetish.”
She liked hearing the deferential reference acknowledging her influence on him.
“Hi Barry I’m Judy…I can’t believe I got through… I love the show long time listener first time caller…my husband seems to struggle retaining his erection. Any time I kiddingly belittle it the thing wilts like butter at a picnic in July. Is it me or have males become hyper-sensitive….their ego’s just seem so much more fragile living in the ‘me-too’ environment that’s prevalent in society today? are they afraid of women?”
“Let’s focus on his stiffness issue....we'll save the 'are they afraid' question for another show.Tell me have you ever heard of male chastity cages?"
"I thought only women living in castles were put in chastity...you know...like back with knights in shining armor...King Arthur...Quinevere and Sir Lancelot."
"Actually it's becoming quite common over in the UK it's said that 40,000 males wear it daily. It fulfills a purpose of making a married male develop a healthy desire for sex with his spouse....not to mention it curtails unsupervised wanking."
"Gee Barry I'm glad you told me about it. Doesn't every woman want to control their husbands? See that's why i listen to your show."
Katherine Halifax pulling the ear buds out turned down the sound of the station and the voice of the speaker she owned. A thick muscled ‘bull-stud’ Barry Talleymur on his own request he willingly asked to become her trained submissive. Knowing he was under her thumb she’d tasked him to be the on-air talent of the talk show known as ‘Sexuality is in the air’.
Her attention shifted to the feminine delight lying next to her in the large bed the lovely thing too willingly went down the path Katherine and her best friend Mistress Kendra had laid out.
The hair awash in messy curls fell across the shoulders revealing the thin spaghetti straps of the ruffle trimmed nightie. Both turned sideways hips stacked at the knees their bodies curvature mimicked each other’s.
The low tone of the sexy bedroom talk came out softly after they kissed.
“They look so pretty my lovely little subby.”
Her finger toyed with the nipple of the left breast. Katherine had nurtured its growth. Month after month every day first using nipple suction pieces pulling them out-ward they took to growing further aided by Pueraria Mirifica. The unique feminizing herbals found in the fermented hills of the tropical country of Thailand had made their shape, texture and feelings alter.
Estrogen and other female hormones tandem with testosterone blockers spurred their development as time went on.
Some might consider it a betrayal of origin gender yet her sub of a t-gurl had looked on it differently thinking it to be more a present to her mistress. Bridgett had willingly given the woman his masculinity in return for the gift of being turned trans-femme by one who knows just what to do with male put on the path to the Lady pond. The name itself was of mythological Celtic lore assigned to the Goddess of fire and poetry.
Both straps of the delicate nightie fell along the sides letting Bridgett display the lovely c-cups now on the chest of the former male host of the conservative radio station.
William Mallerton use to answer to the name ‘Big Bill’ on the popular show on the independent radio station he was a minority owner in. Truth was like many a radio station’s personalities his image was larger than his actual physical size. Big Bill was a mere 5’ 7” in person yet had a large enough voice in the audience demographic people would have thought he was 10 feet tall.
A defender of all things right wing he routinely dismissed the moral failings of its leaders that found themselves routinely in hot water. Righting them off on his radio call-in show some nights as mere ‘locker room talk’ he personally had no issue with the documented stories of ‘pussy-grabbing, outright lying termed alternative facts and calling Women a host of degenerative sexist terms while belittling authentic reporting as fake news.
Katherine lowered her mouth letting it drift lazily onto the nipple. Wet with saliva her tongue slathered the feminine looking nub with wetness.
There had been a time he hadn’t believed he could one day possess a pair of milky breasts on a chest made thin muscled. Bridgett arched his back he now so enjoyed feeling the beautiful breasts sway giving off a sexy looking wiggle.
As Katherine lifted up onto her elbow Bridgett submissively drifted back into the host of pillows as though acknowledging the woman’s authority over him. A pretty pair of ‘cock-sucker’ lips made so from collagen treatments pouted out hoping to be kissed by his mistress Lady Katherine.
Women are amazingly powerful in a number of ways one of two examples that come to mind is that they can take a male’s breath away simply by deep kissing him. Bridgett’s heart rate increased the longer Lady Katherine as she was called by the subby-fem gurl kept her lips on his. The woman’s hand clutched the right breast holding it firm highlighting the contour as if to say ‘you’re a woman now only females have breasts like these’.
Her body pressed alongside his he was experiencing the other example of female power over a male. A woman can raise the body temperature of a male until he is ‘hot and bothered’ an quite out of sorts.
Katherine with a friend and fellow investor Kendra Trufflen had been at a media conference looking for outlets to invest some of her financial wealth in. The woman called Mistress Kendra by her collection of male subs and t-girls was a female supremacist and professional Dominatrix. It came from a belief that the outdated patriarchal system treated woman as 2nd class citizens intentionally denying opportunity to them and hence the need for challenge.
‘Big Bill’ Mallerton sat in a high seated booth at the Peninsula Hotel’s restaurant making him appear tall the first night of the week long conference. Selfies were in autographs were out as his admirers stopped by thinking their picture with him would give them some sort of thrill later in a country that over-valued the cult of personality.
Kendra toyed with the dangling pendent necklace with its multiple keys mingling with the attractive metal oval piece design drawing one’s eyes to her sumptuous bosom. A key-holder for numerous males wearing locked chastity cages it gave her a feeling of her feminine power to know she controlled their masturbation habits.
Of all of them one key was different than the others called ‘points of intrigue’ inside the steel confinement was tiny pointed metal pieces sharp enough to penetrate skin. One erection too many and the wearer quickly learned to change his thoughts to something that would keep his penis benignly soft. If used correctly it could be a gateway to real change in a male sub’s life.
“I heard his station is up for sale Katherine…he only owns a small amount of stock and those are a tricky stock option-based arrangement. If we dilute the share-value creating more shares it won’t add up to much on his end. The media group is consolidating and wants multi-platform radio outlets not small independents like his. I spoke with them and made a general non-binding offer so they know we’re interested.”
Lady Katherine swirled the cocktail straw in her ‘Old Fashion’ before taking a sip and speaking.
“He needs to go down…..We could take it over and turn into something profitable if we allow live feeds through internet access. He’s too old school to realize that.”
“We could find some joy in having a station like that especially if we dedicated to women and our issues.”
Kendra smiled.
“I can already feel my marketing juices percolating.”
Katherine grinned knowing the intelligence of her best friend would come up with something out of the ordinary.
“How about WFIF…the future is female …Women air waves…changing the culture one vagina at a time while bringing the radiance of the feminine to the unenlightened male in need of it.”
Three days later ‘Big Bill’ was told of the new deal by Friday back in the same booth at the hotel’s bar and restaurant he took to basking in the adulation as fans came by for pictures like always. The ping on his I-phone alerted him about the email.
Katherine pivoted her hips swinging half way round on the stool at the bar her and Kendra watched him read the message forwarded from the news outlet link.
‘Media group sheds independent. Women owned investment firm now boss of Big Bill show’.
Three paragraphs in he read how the slick media group re-structured the stock value. It was like the negotiated back-end payout for movie stars. Quite often it sounded as though they would reap huge value of a movie’s gross yet find they’d been left out of benefiting from the real profit a movie made.
The 2nd email arrived explaining the women needed to meet with him. Reading it made it personal it was the last day of the conference and others had already started to treat him like he had leprosy.
All along he operated on a small salary assuming he was building up equity that he would one day cash in on. The lavish lifestyle, the company credit card and fancy automobile he drove all were in play. He’d always played it close to the edge spending money that wasn’t really his. Two divorces had drained him of most of the cash and savings he had.
Alerted by Katherine the barkeep added his bill up only to find the credit card on hold didn’t go through. Letting them each know the women would handle the bill and server tip they asked he be confronted.
Moments later the female cocktail waitress went to his booth with the check.
“I’m sorry but this card has been shut off.”
Kendra looked at Katherine.
“Shall we give him the good news……let him know his livelihood is on our hands.”
“Let him feel how hard your grip is…its likely he doesn’t run across two women like us that lift weights.”
She smiled back.
“Let the negotiations begin his days of spewing forth conservative liberal women hating bull-crap are coming to an end.”
Bill’s hand pulled back after Kendra let it go rubbing his wrist he watched both sit in the booth embarrassed the word ‘ouch’ came out from his mouth.
“Slide over Bill and we’ll talk.”
He had always treated woman condescendingly not being used to taking orders especially from a female his hips shimmied over. It would be the last time he was addressed with his given male name. Out of a lack of respect how many women had been called baby, sweetie, honey and the like? Bill was about to experience the same.
The conversation ended with Kendra and Katherine letting Bill know they would shadow him to determine whether he would keep his job.
“Unless you have another gig we’ll have to reach an accommodation. That being said we have papers here that will need to be signed off on.”
Word spreads fast at conventions other than trolling for sales hoping those visiting one’s booth may turn in to something worthwhile the next favorite thing was industry gossiping. Behind his back most thought him to be a pain in the neck one who was too full of himself in and ever evolving industry.
He had heard through the grape-vine some were already weighing in ‘Hire him …no way’. Others made their feelings known as well …He has lived to long in the conservative bubble…our demographics are changing…he’s past his shelf life due date….time has past him by’.
Shaking his head ‘yes’ he agreed.
Kendra laid the non-compete on the table giving them carte blanche.
“Sign here …here……here……annnnnnnnd here. Come Monday you move in with Katherine. I’m guessing you’ll thank her one day.”
“I am all in …whatever you want me to do you have my ‘ok’….What do I need to bring?”
“Nothing but your body…don’t be concerned…limited as it is being a male your mind will follow.”
Katherine growing in her dominance over Bill she motioned for him to come to her as she sat on the edge of her bed. Into the 2nd month of living with her he hadn’t realized at the time she suggested it just how skilled she was at seducing a male.
Kept off the air Bill was informed of the content shift towards a more female-centric focus. The word that had gone around the industry for companies not to hire him became a reality. Realizing slim as it was it might lead to a job at the time Bill bought into the logic as Katherine and Kendra proposed it that first day.
“How can you speak on the radio to issues that matter for woman unless you’ve experienced some of what they live.”
“Yes Maam, that makes sense but what can I do about it.”
“Simple Honey…I’ll have you move in with me so you can be educated in the ways of the feminine. You agree to that and down the road Kendra and I will assess your development and acceptance…sound fair enough? You can be expected to read literature by the founders of modern day feminism, Sontag, Freidan and others on through the 2nd wave the 3rd in the 90’s and the 4th wave in the 2010’s ”
“Yes Ms. Kath…so you’ll kind of teach me stuff huh?”
“To a degree yet it’ll be more than that. There will be elements of reward and punishment with both being ways to improve performance and understanding.”
That first weekend morning in the kitchen as they chatted about the parameter’s she gave him a taste of what she meant by reward.
The chastity cage sat on the window sill as the two stood in front of the sink. Easing the pair of sweats down her hand jostled his balls before she began stroking his penis. Silence fell over the room growing hard enjoying the touch of her fingers he stared at the cage.
“Now arms still in a test of your ability to obey….you move them and this ends and so does your opportunity to be back on ‘our’ airwaves.”
“Yes Maam understood….that feels nice.’
“I want you to cream…and see that chastity piece …you’ll be put in it once I’m finished.”
His breath labored Bill processed the information. So often as to masturbation no matter how many times he beats off it would seem a male acts like a young teen who’d only just discovered he had a sex tool that could produce sensations unlike anything else.
A demonstration of the masculine curse the downside was once drained of the cream he experiences a noticeable energy drain mingling with elements of remorse and guilt.
A woman like Katherine skilled in training a male into submission knew well how to leverage those feelings making him feel inferior. It was part of the basis of ‘vagina-envy’ a foundational building block to authentic transformative physical, emotional and mental change.
“This first time you don’t have to swallow the collection so just spill your little swimming spermies into the sink…the reason you’ll need the chastity cage is so I can better monitor your learning.”
Bill thinking ‘this first time…what does that mean?’ quickly let it pass as the sensations grabbed hold of his attention.
“Ohhh Yes Maam…whatever you say…that feels really good.”
“Laundry…cleaning…doing the ironing…what to wear to look pretty…its unduly thrust on females yet these are just some of what a woman goes through in her day.’
“Ohhh your hand I haven’t been this hard in months….so I need to learn about these things right?”
“Dieting too…time to get healthy letting shaping take a new direction… things will increase while others reduce….I have smoothie mixes in the fridge…feel free if you dare a word of caution they are intended to induce a desire to experience the feminine world.”
It was a nice way of saying they’re loaded with female hormones and t-blockers.
“Oh uhh ewww, eewwww……sure dieting...smoothie mixes….I like fruit.”
Moving directly behind him she pushed her hips as though mimicking like she was humping him while stroking his penis.
“Yes exactly see you can develop an open mind and learn….that’s it honey move your hips. I used to do this with my college roomie..she was such a pretty girl.”
“Oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhh, ohhhh fuck I’m jazzing.”
3 minutes later drained of energy slouching in the kitchen chair he looked on to see Katherine locking him in his first chastity cage.
End of part one …
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